Longing for Woodstock
WOODSTOCK
Well I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him tell where are you going
This he told me:
Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm
Going to join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land, and set my soul free.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I roam beside you?
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog in something turning.
And maybe it's the time of year
Yes, said maybe it's the time of man.
And I don't know who I am but life is for learning.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was song and celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devil's bargain,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
CSNY..".Woodstock" 1970 - (A Joni Mitchell Cover)
Woodstock,by Canadian Singer-Songwriter Joni Mitchell..
As these iconic words floated across the garden today, I felt a wave of nostalgia so intense it almost overwhelmed me. My little boy and his friend played in the sprinkler on the grass, and for one sweet moment time seemed to warp and it was 1970 again, and my mom was lying on a lawnchair with her big dark sunglasses and it was me and my sisters playing and splashing in the water.
How I missed those songs, I thought, how hopeful and innocent the songs of the sixties and early seventies were, the ones that spoke of peace and love....
But it was the lyrics themselves that hit me, as they spoke of what we felt forty years ago and it struck me - this is no different than what we feel and know today.
What has changed? I thought....The machinery of war cranks on in grinding monotony, the poor are poorer and the rich are richer, and the bankers still cheat and steal and own it all.
Only now....now something is different....
Only now the bankers are being investigated....
Only now the people know that wars are no way to achieve peace....
Only now the poor are standing up for their rights in the streets of nearly every country on Earth....
Maybe, I thought...Only maybe, just maybe...this NOW is all a continuation of the Awakening of mankind.
Maybe now we will succeed in making the necessary changes...
...maybe this time we will tear ourselves free of the 'devil's bargain'....
I looked up the Woodstock.com website:
"In 1969, a monumental music festival changed our world. More than half a million people came together - united in a message of peace, openness and cultural expression – and demonstrated how a generation could be heard. Today, Woodstock lives on. The original producers of the historic festival continue to carry forward the Woodstock ethos by identifying social, environmental and political causes, organizing communities around them, developing products for those communities, and encouraging creative expression.
Woodstock is committed to living by its principles – we believe in universal human rights, ethical business practices, unfettered creative expression, free trade, the loving care of our planet, the power of the individual to make a difference, and the overwhelming impact of communities to act as agents of peaceful change.
And that means that anything with the Woodstock name on it embodies those principles."
The spirit of Woodstock lives on...in the hearts and minds of so many of us.... As the anniversary of this world-changing concert approaches this August 15-18th, marking 43 years since the weekend that defined a generation, let us do all we can to get back to the garden. Let us stand up and speak out to protect this beautiful garden we inhabit - planet Earth, Gaia, our very own Eden. It's the only one we know...there is no planet 'B'.
'...For we are stardust, We are golden,
We are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden....
Full story w. video (please take a moment to listen to the song - it will inspire you!)and pics: http://www.allvoices.com/contributed-news/12616606-woodstock-nostalgia-we-are-stardust-we-are-golden-and-weve-got-to-get-ourselves-back-to-the-garden?clear_cache=true
